Layer upon layer of dark clouds hung overhead, seeming close enough to touch, heavy and oppressive. Beneath his feet, the Raging Sea churned, one violent yet shadowy whirlpool after another appearing and dragging him down from afar... Ji Xing stared blankly around him, unable to understand why he had suddenly found himself at the far southern reaches of the Eastern Sea. An inexplicable dread gripped him, the feeling that disaster was at hand and he could not escape his doom.
Crash!
With a tremendous roar, the waves surged more than a hundred zhang high, nearly swallowing Ji Xing whole. His gaze went blank, and through the waves he saw the seabed collapsing layer by layer, as if it were beginning to crumble apart completely. Countless deep-sea creatures died without offering the slightest resistance, their corpses immediately reduced to dust.
The destruction spread in every direction, as if it would engulf the entire Real Realm. Dense darkness billowed everywhere, and within its depths lurked fiends that made one's scalp crawl.
Is this the end of the era proclaimed by the Luo Sect—the time of the apocalypse? The thought suddenly surfaced in Ji Xing's mind, filling him with even greater, inexplicable terror.
Just then, he realized he was holding two objects he had never seen before. In his left hand was an ordinary wooden box, so light it seemed to hold nothing at all. In his right, he gripped an ancient stone stele half as tall as a person, inscribed with four ancient Seal Script characters: "Jade Void Su Meng."
"Jade Void Su Meng—isn't that the Ancestor Master's name?" As if remembering something, a flash of inspiration struck Ji Xing. He abruptly tossed the stele and the ordinary wooden box toward the raging sea.
The two objects sank into the sea, and